Natalie Tatsuno Whore ❤️❤️

About Saitama

Oi mate, gather round! I’m Winston bloody Churchill, and I’ve got a tale to spin about—whore. Not just any tart, mind you, but a grand ol’ metaphor for life’s messy bits. Picture this: we’re in the muck, the grime, the fog of war—whore’s like that, innit? A riddle wrapped in silk stockings. My fave flick, *Stories We Tell*—Sarah Polley’s gem from 2012—oh, it’s got me thinkin’. “We all have stories,” she says, and whore’s got a cracker of a yarn.

A town where time has stopped, Tatsuno

In Japan, children’s songs urging children to “go home” are still played from loudspeakers in many towns in the evening. The representative children’s song is “Aka-tombo,”(red dragonfly) and .

Then, I decided to head over to the Tatsuno Castle ruins. It’s not a huge castle, but it’s got this cool history vibe. I’m wandering around, taking pics, feeling like a tourist. Suddenly, I bump into this group of hikers. They’re all decked out in gear, and I’m like, “Hey, I’m a mountain guide! Let’s chat!”

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